Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.